The Boo From U.N.C.L.E. - Chapter III - pfrye

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Napoleon looked at his partner, “Well….okay then, any ideas on how to proceed with this?”

“Really?” Illya crossed his arms, a slight shiver running through his body as he stared at the spot where Mr. Ecks had vanished. “I’m a scientist. This isn’t real. It’s a hoax, something someone has engineered to keep us occupied, distracted and afraid while they accomplish whatever it is they are planning.”

“Afraid?”

Of course Napoleon would catch that one word Illya thought, “Of course not, are you?”

“Of course not!” Napoleon scowled, rubbing his bruised arm. “Alright, even if it is a hoax, and Mr. Ecks was an engineered apparition, he did suggest that we dig into our records. The answer has to be there.”

“I agree,” Illya said “I’ll go to our office and start to review our most recent assignments.”

Napoleon nodded, “I’ll organize security sweeps of the building to make sure everyone is safe and no one travels the corridors unless they have a partner. I’ll make sure communications are watching for any unusual activities from our feathered friends in case this is their doing.”

As Illya headed out into the dark corridors Napoleon called “Check in with me every half hour, I don’t like us being separated, especially since I don’t want anyone else to travel alone!”

“I can take care of myself, Napoleon!” Illya grinned.

“Right. Just be careful partner!”

As Illya slowly limped his way along the darkened corridors he found the unnatural quiet oppressive. The normal hum of fluorescent lights, the swoosh of doors and muted conversations were missing. He hadn’t realized how noisy the halls of U.N.C.L.E. HQ were until now. He fought the urge to keep from looking over his shoulder. “I will not fall prey to All Hallows Eve nonsense.” he muttered.

Turning on his flashlight he entered the stairwell and started his slow climb. Two floors up he thought, sprained ankle, headache and no pumpkin pie. He should have stopped at the commissary and gotten something to eat.

“One more floor Comrade” he sighed. “Great, now I am talking to myself.” His headache seemed to be getting worse with each step he climbed. Illya stopped as he heard a loud rushing as if something large and deadly was streaking down the stairwell towards him. He grabbed his special and braced himself for whatever was heading towards him. A dark looming shadow enveloped him and slammed him against the wall, forcing Illya to drop to the floor gasping for breath, his special falling from his numb hands clattering and falling down the stairs. Pain brought unwanted tears to his eyes as he tried to struggle to his feet. There in front of him a white mist swirled, faded and then became more solid. Looking up he found himself looking at a face he saw only in his nightmares, his own! “Nexor!” Illya cried as the pain from his headache became unbearable and darkness took him.

Napoleon opened his communicator, “Illya? It’s been forty minutes tovarich. Where are you partner?”

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Oh now that is a villain I would never want to meet in the dark. Nice follow up

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

I always thought he was particularly evil. Thanks for the comment.

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Dun-dun-duuun. Great ending to this chapter. We'll spend the next 24 hours anxiously worried about our favorite Russian. :)

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

I'm looking forward to see what happens myself! Thank you for the comment.

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

OK - first time I've posted anything long - not sure what's up with the spacing. Any suggestions? Looked ok prior to posting.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Did you use html or visual editor.

I usually cut and paste my text while using the visual editor. I find formatting with that is easier.

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

I cut and pasted from my laptop word program to the visual editor.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

There is a way to fix the formatting. If you go into edit and place your cursor at the beginning of each sentence and back space is once. Then hit RTN twice and that should space your sentences out. It takes a lot of work but that should work.

Question, what date was it when you posted, as yours was due on the 14th...so is it the 14th where you are? BTW where are you? Just curious.

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

I'm on the coast of Washington state. I posted early since we have a huge storm coming in tonight and tomorrow, through the weekend. Will probably lose power so I thought better early than not at all. I'll just let the spacing go for now....our lights are flickering.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Duh...that's right, you told me where you are once before. Dang my memory.Hope you don't lose power! Yikes. Thanks for being preemptive!

Next time just pm me with a heads up as to why you're posting early. We may be doing a Christmas Round Robin...will see.

Stay safe in the storm.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

That weird spacing has happened to me on LJ posts, too. Try formatting in Calibri font, size 13 pica, with 1 1/2 space between paragraphs, and 00.12 above and below. That usually corrects the problem, although I have no idea why it occurs only intermittently.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

OMG! That was good! Nice cliffie and good continuity. Great job!

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your kind comment - means a lot to me!

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

This fits in nicely with what came before. I hope IK will be OK. Wait, that's up to me isn't it as I'm next? I liked the dialogue. ;D

[avery11.livejournal.com]

I love the little boy banter between Ik and NS:
"Afraid?"
"Of course not. Are you?"
"Of course not."

You write really well, and I love your choice of ghostly attacker.

[insaneladybug.livejournal.com]

Oh, creepy! Poor Illya! Such an excellent cliffhanger!

[yumyumpm.livejournal.com]

Hope things work out for Illya, what with having Nexor after him. Wicked.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Wow, that is creepy and a total surprise.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

This is great!